Jedi Insurgency 263

After fighting Vader about 20 hours ago, Corvus was exhausted, both mentally, and physically. However, this was a trial room, one where he faced an illusion of a past battle. Death here was not permanent, and he did not fear a loss. Instead, he planned to take this as an opportunity to hone his basics, and see how far along Keira had come in her training. 

Furthermore, this was only the beginning. When he looked upon the Jedi emblem in the ceiling, some information had entered his mind. The experiences chosen for these trials were things that past Jedi had truly experienced, and then by operating some mechanism, could implant their memory of an encounter for future generations to experience. In other words, he could implant the fights he had experienced thus far, and help train the future generations with this room! 

He could see it now, sending kids in to fight Maul, sharpen their blocking skills against a premier sharpshooter like Cad Bane, or witness what redemption looked like with Beldorian. This place was one of endless opportunities and growth. Glancing at the well toned Mirialan, it was no wonder she had become so strong. By constantly confronting the trials of the past-whether it be combat, or some temperance of the spirit/will-a training maniac like her would undoubtedly emerge a badass. 

Contemplating all these thoughts from Pause, Corvus then scanned the hallway of the temple. It was a relatively wide expanse about the size of two football fields. Giant pillars lined the open area, and unfortunately, didn't seem particularly useful as cover in this brawl between melee experts. At the moment, they were outnumbered two to one, and he could very easily see a scenario where both he & Keira were holding Malgus off, only to be flanked once the Jedi had been overrun. 

For this trial, the Jedi Master from the cinematic, Van Zellow was present. Planning on using him as the main attacker whilst he secured the flanks, a plan began to form in Corvus's mind. 

In actuality, group fights like this were actually where Corvus excelled. For all of the people he had defeated, about half of them were 1v1's, and in each of those cases, he had struggled mightily. Especially in the duel against the Anzat, and Maul. It was when he worked with Keira on Illum, Krayt on Tatooine, or even the boys feeding him energy on Nar Shaddaa that allowed him to overcome his obstacles. His powers as a Jedi granted him extreme power to enhance his allies. 

[Speed] [Valor] [Inspire Followers] [Energy Resistance] [Blunt Resistance] [Force Shield] [Darkside Siphon] [Slow] 

Each one of the listed abilities were AOE buffs/debuffs. Then his [Force Lightning], [Push], and [Repulse] all went on for miles. 

Comparatively, his Invisibility, and [Shadow Hop] were more targeted abilities. Useful in a 1v1, but monstrously deadly in a large brawl. Escaping from the jaws of a powerful enemy one moment, and reinforcing an ally the next, or repositioning himself in the middle of a duel…these two skills were his bread and butter.

Then there was his Jedi Shadow ability [Darkside Siphon]-which allowed him to sap the energy of Darksiders, and fill up his FP bar-was absurdly broken! In a setting such as this, he didn't have to fret about managing every last resource. 

Lastly, it was important not to forget about his most recently acquired feats. One of the reasons why Vader never dealt him critical damage was because of [Lightside Enlightenment]. 

[Lightside Enlightenment] was an aura that cloaked him and his allies. Anyone with a friendly disposition near him would have a higher chance at epiphany, and learn Lightside abilities quicker. Additionally, it acted as a debuff upon creatures of the Dark, acting upon others like how a Force Nexus of the opposite alignment would make a Force Sensitive uncomfortable. Perhaps its best function in combat, was the defensive options that it offered. As a halo/buff, it also added 2 + (4 x level /5) or in Corvus's current case: 2 + [2x39(/5] = 17.6. This defensive rating equaled percentile damage mitigation. Meaning he and his allies would take 33.2% less damage from whatever struck them. 

Given his aching body due to abusing the [Shadow Wrath State], and the safety of this high level illusion, he had decided to forgo that ability for this fight. Therefore, his goal-besides seeing how far Keira had come along-was to push his base form to the limit, and improve his skills. 

Un-Pausing, Corvus took a deep breath, and applied a series of buffs. The hundred or so Jedi charging towards the Sith suddenly sported powerful shields, gained an unmatched level of bravery, moved faster than before, and were slightly stronger. Their thoughts towards their own techniques became more potent due to [Lightside Enlightenment], and as this aura spread out from Corvus, the charging Sith slightly faltered. The feeling of being near a Lightside Nexus crept into the Darksiders’ psyches, giving them an incredibly uncomfortable sensation.

Furthermore, three red balls of energy flew from Corvus's fingertips, and each one that struck a darkly cloaked individual exploded in a brilliant flash of light, spreading out to a 10ft radius. Each Sith below the rank of Darth caught up in this blast was hit with [Slow]. Their movements became painfully reduced, like someone forced to walk around on crutches. The worst victims also suffered from [Slow's] secondary effect, in which their blood became a toxic corrosive. 

From this opening salvo alone, Corvus had hobbled the enemy's charge, as if they had suddenly all stepped upon caltrops. However, these were ancient Sith, and amongst the opponents were at least five Darths. Each one of them were oozing malice, hatred, and vitriol. 

A bronze color robed Pureblood Sith clawed out a hand, sending a withering ray at the charging Jedi. His beam was blocked by the [Force Resistance] shield, yet a tenth was shaved off from the frontline. 

Next, a female Chiss breathed heavily, releasing a whirlwind of ice. [Energy Resistance] helped diminish some of the ambient damage. However, the floor became slick, hampering the Jedi charge, equalizing Corvus's [Slow]. Thanks to his prior buffs, the Jedi Padawans and Knights fought evenly with the opposing Acolytes & Lords. 

The remaining three Darth's-a hulking Zabrak man with crazy tattoos & massive buster sword wailing with the fright of damned souls, a female lithe red skinned Twi'lek wielding a  lightsaber in one hand & a lightsaber whip in the other, and a shaggy haired sickly Human man with a double lightsaber-where one side was red the other blue-all stood forward. 

The remaining two Jedi Masters were a wisened space-Indian man similar in origin to Adi Gallia with a single orange lightsaber, and deep lines along his aged face, making him appear like an old master. As well as a young Cerean woman. Her tall forehead marked her as a member of Ki-Adi-Mundi's race, and in her hand instead of a lightsaber, was a Force imbued long stick ending in a U shape. 

“Keira, reinforce Master Zellow. I shall work with everyone else to defeat the Darths, and then we'll regroup to defeat Malgus.” Corvus commanded. 

Keira faintly acknowledged his brusque words with a nod. The battle maniac seemed to hardly hear him or care that he was giving her orders as she zeroed in on her target. 

“Kiran Modi.” The man with the orange blade simply said. 

“Sari Nui. Your shields are superb, Master Revan, allow me to add to them.” The tall foreheaded lady said in a stern voice as she saw a giant icicle the size of a pillar soaring towards them. 

Thumping her staff on the ground, Sari erected a translucent barrier in front of the massive icicle just as it was about to crash into the Jedi formation. Instead of stopping in place, the mass of ice passed through the barrier. Just as Corvus was about to curse his ally for a fool, something extraordinary occurred. 

The sharp icicle coated in killing Darkside energies burst apart into tiny harmless sparkles, like the kind that drift down from the sky and fizzle out after a fireworks display. What's more, is that swishing her staff again, Sari directed those coin-sized orbs towards the enemy, and rained them down upon the Sith like a meteor shower. 

Stepping forward, the sickly Sith Human twirled his double lightsaber. Appearing as if he were a blur, the long haired brunette man diced through it all, and continued his charge running straight towards the trio of Jedi Masters. 

“Jedi.” The heavily tattooed Zabrak wielding the massive runed buster sword spat in contempt, and joined the charge. 

Corvus was actively siphoning a small portion of energy from the two to three hundred Sith within the Temple, and had already recovered to his peak state by this point. Holding out both hands, he erupted with a magnificent display of two-handed [Force Lightning]. Bright blue beams of plasma scorched sections of the floor back, and an acrid scent filled the air. 

The shaggy haired Sith sighed, and was forced to retreat. Utilizing his superior agility, he jumped, ducked, rolled, and deflected everything that came his way. 

Meanwhile, the mighty Zabrak acted like a juggernaut of destruction, and bulldozed his way forward. Cleaving into the lightning with his monstrously large sword, the horned alien roared as he slowly, yet steadily advanced. 

With the big man acting as the tank, the red-skinned Twi'lek woman snuck within his shadow, becoming invisible and untraceable to all. Corvus had seen-thanks to his [Shadow Reading]-that the Zabrak planned on going for a headling charge, trading injury for a chance at a decapitation strike. Using Pause every second, he had also noticed that the woman with the whip had vanished from sight. Unable to see her, he surmised that she had classed into the Sith Assassin branch, and would likely strike as soon as big tall and ugly made his move. 

Mentally preparing himself, Corvus continued to play the fool, and relentlessly maintained the pressure. By this point, he noticed that the Zabrak wore runic armor etched with bloody Sith magick symbols. It only became slightly blackened and chipped due to the [Force Lightning]. By his reckoning, it would take more than a handful of direct lightsaber strikes to pierce it. 

‘Hmm, troublesome. But not insurmountable.’ He thought to himself with a bloodthirsty grin. 

“Die.” The Zabrak grunted in a chillingly calm voice as he rushed forth with a berserker's charge. 

Surprising to Corvus, this Sith appeared as if he were quite the level headed killer. Unsurprising to him, a lightsaber whip collided with his [Energy Resistance] shield at his ankle at the same time a blade came humming towards his spine. The whip was quite unique, and held him in place as energy clashed with energy. 

Meanwhile, a massive slab of enchanted metal was screaming towards his face. The souls of the slain wailed in terror and schadenfreude as they wished for Corvus to become one with them. 

Pulling tight on the whip around his ankle, he drew the Twi'lek in close. 

“Honey, that isn't going to work.” The scantily dressed Twi'lek said in a sultry tone. “My friend's big sword is best at plundering the backsides of other men!” 

Twirling herself away and abandoning the whip like some sort of ballerina, she used both hands to push Corvus into the oncoming blade. However, it was all for naught. 

Having unleashed an extremely powerful [Force Repulse] earlier in the day, and practicing the skill in his free time, the fight with Vader had enlightened him to a new method. Under the auspices of [Lightside Enlightenment], new information filled his brain. [Repulse] at its core, was really just an AOE Darkside [Force Push] that also disintegrated others...so, what if he ran it in reverse. What if he did a Lightside [Force Pull]?! 

Sharply pulling his hands together, he used for the very first time [Force Attract]. A skill combining his knowledge of [Repulse], and [Heal].

Caught off guard, the pair of Sith had their aura's weakened by the heavy Lightside energy. Furthermore, as demonstrated with the Infinite Gear, [Heal] was super effective against Darkside artifacts. The runes on the Zabrak's gear became somewhat faded, and his resistance momentarily faded. As for the Twi'lek, her face was full of shock as she was violently dragged forward. 

Slamming his hand down over his head, Corvus brought the Twi'lek in front of him to act as a meat shield. 

“Perfonicus, don't!” She got out towards her companion, only to be sliced in half. 

Hot blood splattered onto the Temple steps, and coated the Zabrak's cold face. His buster sword was embedded deeply into the ground, creating a mighty crack. 

As the dust was settling, a blue and red lightsaber were ignited, appearing in the low-light area. 

Perfonicus-the Zabrak warrior-went to lift his blade, but met resistance. 

When the dust settled, a boot revealed itself, pressing the blade down. And when he looked up, he saw the mask, the mask of:

Order Master Revan.